Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

He Is, Most Of All, L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle.

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.

I Felt For The Tormented Whirlwinds Damned For Their Carnal Sins Committed When They Let Their Passions Rule Their Reason.

In Each Fire There Is A Spirit; Each One Is Wrapped In What Is Burning Him.

That With Him Were, What Time The Love Divine